It wasn't like absorbing the essence of an ordinary stone; this one had a will of its own, carving its own path toward Cliff's wounded mana core.
His body was enveloped in swirling white energy, lifting him off the ground. The energy seeped into his being, healing his wounds. The clothes on his body disintegrated, leaving him completely bare as the energy reshaped him.
Cliff had already collapsed, unconscious.
As the burning energy of the spiritual fire essence spread within him, Cliff felt himself transforming. Every cell in his body vibrated with newfound intensity, and the pain from his injuries gradually turned into a revitalizing warmth. Fire was no longer just a force of destruction—it had become an agent of rebirth, healing and strengthening his battered form.
